"Wh-what do you mean?" He asked as he tried to concentrate on the beautiful voice of the woman in front of him, his mate.
"Reject me, or I reject you? Whatever..." She answered with a casual voice.
"Do you know what are you talking about?" The King stared her angrily and confusedly.
Xandar, the Lycan King, was here for a meet-and-greet session that he dreaded. The worst thing was that this session among Alphas, Lunas and their Gammas from every pack in existence was to last for the entire night!
"Why couldn't they just skip this night and officially start the one-month collaboration tomorrow?", the King thought to himself every year.
As the benevolent King, Xandar was here to greet all packs' leaders and the best warriors called Gammas. Although, if he were given a choice, this King would have rather been going through the reports of rogue attacks that were steadily piling up on his desk. He couldn't wait to get the night over with.
But when he walked through the doors of the gathering hall, his impatience, reluctance and pure hate for the meet-and-greet vaporized in an instant.
When he entered the hall, the animal in him was following a scent that has never graced his nostrils. Butterfly pea and jasmine. "What a unique combination', he thought to himself.
His footsteps gained speed as the scent got stronger.Then, he stopped right behind a five-foot-one brunette. Her back was small, half of it covered with dark, luscious curls falling effortlessly from her head.
There was only one word in his mind. Mate! The figure started turning around to face him, and his heart stopped. She was surprised by his sudden presence and took a step back. The animal in his head growled, 'Mine'!
Lucianne turned around and came face-to-face with a white suit covered with a black tuxedo, and a strong scent of acacia wood and forest trees graced her nostrils.
Shocked at the proximity, she took a step back to see who it was. Realizing that the dark-haired man with slightly tanned skin and lilac eyes was the King himself. She bent her knees and lowered her head as a form of respect to the highest ruler of all werewolves and Lycans.
A warm feeling crept up her shoulders before she felt the sparks where his hands made contact with her skin. To her dread, she realised that the man in front of her was her mate who spoke in his clear, deep voice, "You don't have to do that. Please stand. Don't bow to me." He said with visible pain and disapproval in his eyes.
Although surprised by the King's response, Lucianne couldn't escape her reality of how the bond was going to end. ‘Here we go again, the mate of mine appeared. Oh moon godness, I do not want mates any more, please', she thought, before proceeding to ask whether he wanted her to do it, or that he wanted to do it himself - to reject her.
"Would you like to do it, your Highness, or should I?" She looked at the Lycan King indifferently, whose lilac eyes of affection were suddenly intruded by confusion.
"Wh-what do you mean?" He asked as he tried to concentrate on the beautiful voice of the woman in front of him, his mate.
"Reject me, or I reject you? Whatever..." She answered with a casual voice.
"Do you know what are you talking about?" The King asked a little angrily and confusedly.
She explained calmly, "Reject me, your Highness. Do you prefer it if I did it or would you like to do it yourself?"
How dare her! The King's lilac eyes turned onyx as he growled thunderously, scaring everyone who was there. The room fell into dead silence.
After he exploded in anger at what he had just heard, the King asked in a low, frightening tone, "Why the f*ck would either one of us reject the other?"
